Moving Ahead....

Last night I took a huge step for me.  I finally allowed Gibson's clothes to be removed to be taken to the men's homeless shelter.  When Hunter got here to help me, I told him I couldn't do it, he would have to do it alone.  However, I put on my big girl panties and went in there with him.  There was something kind of soothing about the process.  We laughed, smiled, and got a little teary at times as we remembered so many things in our lives through the clothes Gibson wore.  Hunter kept a few things for himself, a hoodie, a couple of shirts, bathrobe, and a few ties; we put aside a few Calvary items for Kristen, and his black leather jacket.  I could see him in everyone of them, except the ones he never wore that still had tags hanging on them.  I realized that removing his clothes does not remove him from my mind or my heart.  It has been over 7 years; he's not coming back to get them, so someone should get some use out of them.  I won't allow the devil to make me regret not doing it before my brother died.  God knew I wasn't ready.  I am working hard on looking ahead, and leaving the past where it belongs.  I have to quit living or better yet, NOT living in it.  

God is good. " But may the God of all grace, who called us to his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a while, perfect, establish, strengthen and settle you. To Him be the glory and the dominion forever and ever, Amen. I Peter 5:10-11"  He knows my suffering, and I trust him to do all he claims.  

Until later...